Cage Transmitted: Evening 3 Part 1

Sound artist Tamara Yadao. Photo by Marjorie Becker

Fri, Mar 16, 6:30pm at NYCAMS (44 West 28th Street, 7th flr)

Cage Transmitted: Evening 3 Part 1: Channeling John Cage’s revolutionary use of radios as instruments, sound artist Tamara Yadao will construct an improvised score for this unique evening celebrating Cage. Yadao will also be sourcing melodic ornaments, drones, and rhythmic pulses from her Game Boy. Part performance, part installation the event will take place at New York Center for Arts and Media Studies as part of the closing reception of the exhibition “What I Know,” curated by Norte Maar’s Director, Jason Andrew. This evening of Cage Transmitted comes with special thanks to Ian Colletti and Jessen Jurado.

For Cage Transmitted: Evening 3 Part 1, Tamara will be performing with Zen Albatrossand Nicole Carroll (a.k.a n0izmkr).

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